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the night-season, this prayer: "Glory to Thee, O my
God! But for the tribulations which are sustained
in Thy path, how could Thy true lovers be recognized;
and were it not for the trials which are borne
for love of Thee, how could the station of such as
yearn for Thee be revealed? Thy might beareth Me
witness! The companions of all who adore Thee are
the tears they shed, and the comforters of such as seek
Thee are the groans they utter, and the food of them
who haste to meet Thee is the fragments of their
broken hearts. How sweet to my taste is the bitterness
of death suffered in Thy path, and how precious
in my estimation are the shafts of Thine enemies
when encountered for the sake of the exaltation of
Thy Word! Let me quaff in Thy Cause, O my God
and my Master, whatsoever Thou didst desire, and
send down upon me in Thy love all Thou didst ordain.
By Thy glory! I wish only what Thou wishest, and
cherish what Thou cherishest. In Thee have I, at all
times, placed My whole trust and confidence. Thou
art verily the All-Possessing, the Most High. Raise
up, I implore Thee, O my God, as helpers to this
Revelation such as shall be counted worthy of Thy
Name and of Thy sovereignty, that they may remember
Thee among Thy creatures, and hoist the
ensigns of Thy victory in Thy land, and adorn them
with Thy virtues and Thy commandments. No God
is there but Thee, the Help in Peril, the Self-Subsisting."
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